Susan Wenger’s face turned pale as James’s glare cut through her. It wasn’t the look of a protector—no, it was as if he saw her as an enemy. Her fear was palpable as she stumbled back two steps, her eyes wide and glassy.
When he gave a small flick of his hand, two bodyguards moved forward without hesitation, seizing her by both arms.
“James!” Her voice cracked as tears streamed down her cheeks. “I didn’t do it, I swear! You can’t let her hit me!” Her sobs shook her, a pitiful display meant to garner sympathy, but James didn’t even flinch.
Desperation twisted her face as she turned her gaze to Yuell.
“Brother Yuell, it’s your place. You set this party up. Are you really going to stand there and let this happen to me?”
Yuell's eyes darkened with annoyance. He clearly didn’t
